I hope a poem is appropriate for our final writing paper.

To write is to fight, to win over, to endear.
Writing's has been exciting, no obstacles clear to steer.
Put yourself in your script, and have another beer,
Billy, this is you. My duct has leaked a tear.

Dollars and cents, and no accidents,
I've been studying your mind.
But that's okay, because one day,
your literary Kents, will change to Supermind.

Supermind, supermind, an illusion in the sky.
To study the successful is to drape a blind,
stewing light captured in the stars. Come down, in kind,
to ease your mind and put feet down on tar.

Because when the blind is lifted,
you see the world, a scar,
you know what stews inside of you,
but the scar you'll see forever more.

To describe it is to cleanse the wound,
to explain it is to bend, the mind that toddles along the sidewalk in your head.
Again and again I expound, elucidate, confuse,
until around the scar, forms a perfect, round black bruise.

It seems easy to extrapolate the feelings that I dread
the ones that make me happy, the ones that make me dead.
It troubles me, and has for a while, that the things I think are meaningful
elicit only smiles. How to persuade, how to connect,
the most important elements are those I can't expect.

Aspiring to bray like an animal, I tweak and re-tweak what I said,
to bray is to pray, to lower is to raise, to feed is to offer them
the holiest notion is to bring all those together
that aspire to break away
the world I love, the world I live in
the world I'm trying to save.

They know not what they do, they've good intentions too,
am I destruction and pain? Am I the cocaine and Rogaine
that DOOM wants to pack away? Of course all anyone can do
is rest and jest and speculate, to date, to rate, to spin.
All anyone can do is to try and bait the truth that lies within.

I've learned to connect, I've learned to collect,
I've found my audience, too, you.
I aim to please, I aim to squeeze the hearts and minds of all
My only fear is fear itself.
My only fear is myself.

The virtue of "my consumerism seems consistently and repugnantly omnipresent:"
"Willy had been concerned about the world
from an outlandishly young age."
Oh, to penetrate the circle
people draw around their heads..
I'll have to learn to love them.